Myhair, like his, was a mass of ringlets with several small white ribbonstied into bows that were attached. I wore a bit more makeup, and likehim, als... a dress. Mine was pale blue satin with a darker lace trim, theskirt held out with several petticoats which made it stand out, revealingmy legs to almost mid thigh on me. On my feet I wore a very low heelbecause, as I was told, I was slightly older. I was 12, almost 13.All we had done was use some superglue on our nasty neighbors car window,and. Monica tried to keep my head from reaching her pussy but I pulled her shorts down. She raised her ass to help me pull her shorts. I saw her sopping wet cunt. I tickled her cunt lips with my fingers and then let them slip inside her cunt.Monica was so wet that two of my fingers slid in easily and she relaxed her grip on my head. I moved my mouth toward her and closed over her pussy shoving my tongue into her wetness. Monica cried out and grabbed my head again but this time she held it to her. "Ilan."Recognition. Someone had called her name."ILAN!"She tasted dirt. Her mouth was full of it. She tried to breathe, but she was buried deep. There was no air. She wanted nothing more than to suffocate, but that choice wasn't open to her."ILAN!" It wasn't one voice. It was all of them. She should have been dead. She wanted to be dead. The rope and the tree should have been enough. But the voices weren't going to let her go that easy. Her crimes were too great. "ILAN!"She twisted and writhed,. It stopped outside the house; and the bell rang almost immediately after. Orders had been given beforehand. The door opened and Don Luis Perenna was shown in.To Valenglay and the Prefect of Police his arrival was certainly not unexpected, for they had just been saying that they would have been surprised if he had not come. Nevertheless, their attitude showed that astonishment which we all experience in the face of events that seem to pass the bounds of human possibility."Well?" cried the Prime.